Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green

SMALL is the trust when love is greenIn sap of early years;A little thing steps in betweenAnd kisses turn to tears.Awhile - and see how love be..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Singing

Of speckled eggs the birdie singsAnd nests among the trees;The sailor sings of ropes and thingsIn ships upon the seas.The children sing in far..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Since Years Ago For Evermore

SINCE years ago for evermoreMy cedar ship I drew to shore;And to the road and riverbedAnd the green, nodding reeds, I saidMine ignorant and last..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God

SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,That while my footsteps tread the flowery sodAnd the great woods embower me, and white dawnAnd purple..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Shadow March

All around the house is the jet-black night;It stares through the window-pane;It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,And it moves with the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Romance

I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delightOf bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.I will make a palace fit for you and me,Of green..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Requiem

Under the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Rain

The rain is raining all around,It falls on field and tree,It rains on the umbrellas here,And on the ships at sea.

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Prelude

BY sunny market-place and streetWherever I go my drum I beat,And wherever I go in my coat of redThe ribbons flutter about my head.I seek recruits for..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Prayer

I ASK good things that I detest,With speeches fair;Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,But hear my prayer.I say ill things I would not say -Things..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Pirate Story

Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,And..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Picture-Books In Winter

Summer fading, winter comes--Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,Window robins, winter rooks,And the picture story-books.Water now is turned to..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Over The Land Is April

OVER the land is April,Over my heart a rose;Over the high, brown mountainThe sound of singing goes.Say, love, do you hear me,Hear my sonnets..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

On Now, Although The Year Be Done

ON now, although the year be done,Now, although the love be dead,Dead and gone;Hear me, O loved and cherished one,Give me still the hand that led,Led..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

O Dull Cold Northern Sky

O DULL cold northern sky,O brawling sabbath bells,O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tellsThe year is like to die!O still, spoiled trees, O city..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Now When The Number Of My Years

NOW when the number of my yearsIs all fulfilled, and IFrom sedentary lifeShall rouse me up to die,Bury me low and let me lieUnder the wide and starry..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye

NOW bare to the beholder's eyeYour late denuded bindings lie,Subsiding slowly where they fell,A disinvested citadel;The obdurate corset, Cupid's..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Night And Day

When the golden day is done,Through the closing portal,Child and garden, Flower and sun,Vanish all things mortal.As the blinding shadows fallAs the..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Nest Eggs

Birds all the summer dayFlutter and quarrelHere in the arbour-likeTent of the laurel.Here in the forkThe brown nest is seated;For little blue eggsThe..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Ne Sit Ancillae Tibi Amor Pudor

THERE'S just a twinkle in your eyeThat seems to say I MIGHT, if IWere only bold enough to tryAn arm about your waist.I hear, too, as you come and..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,Steel-true and blade-straight,The great artificerMade my mate.Honour, anger, valour..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Treasures

These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest,Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest,Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and meIn a wood with a..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Ship And I

O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond;And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Shadow

From Child's Garden of VersesI have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very..

© Robert Louis Stevenson

My Love Was Warm

MY love was warm; for that I crossedThe mountains and the sea,Nor counted that endeavour lostThat gave my love to me.If that indeed were love at..

© Robert Louis Stevenson